The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

With Vester's help, everything started to fall into place.

A few nights later, Darius Archer had to step out for an evening event-finally, the perfect window to put their plan into action.

To assist them, Vester volunteered to attend the gala with Darius, keeping him out

of the way.

That evening, as soon as Citrine and Sebastian received Vester's signal, they moved without hesitation.

Sebastian had already hacked into the estate's security system earlier that morning, disabling every camera on the premises. Wasting no time, they hurried upstairs.

Sebastian had also cracked the code to the locked door in advance, so getting inside was a breeze.

But once they entered, both of them froze.

Across the room, two armed guards stood on patrol. Citrine recognized their uniforms immediately-they matched those worn by the soldiers from Mirage Cay.

Their eyes met in a split second of silent understanding, and they pressed themselves flat against the wall, reacting instinctively.

Citrine turned her head to whisper to Sebastian, "They're armed. You can still back out now."

Sebastian paused, then broke into a grin. "Do you really think I'm the kind to run when things get tough?"

Citrine didn't answer, her gaze locked coldly on the two guards.

"I'll count down from three. On one, we move."

"Understood." Sebastian didn't hesitate for an instant.

Citrine counted under her breath. As she whispered “one,” both she and Sebastian somersaulted across the floor, closing in on the guards.

pale as they raised their guns, but before they could fire, Citrine and Sebastian struck in perfect unison, knocking

the muzzles to the guards' backs, and

to the safe," Sebastian

shoot, we'll do whatever you say!" The

bookshelf. One of the guards knelt down and retrieved a remote control from a hidden gap at the base. With a soft

glimmer of triumph flashing in their

study. The safe was

I'll handle things here-go work on the safe," Citrine said, taking the gun from Sebastian and pressing it into

knowing every second counted, hurried to the

a look at the

they replied at

began hacking into the

his impassive expression and asked softly, "How's it going? Can you

Sebastian murmured, fingers flying

minutes ticked by.

nerves were

buzzed. She glanced at the screen-it was a message from

got the documents? Darius

hand, "Arrange a car for

stuffed her phone back into her

on his way home. We're

quickly gathered all the

the guards at

the ground floor, the

face fell.

Sebastian's expression grew tense.

toward the rear exit and said

no other option, they turned and moved quickly in the